For 65 nights this summer, my home was Room 950 at the Grand Destino hotel. The floor felt a lot like a college dorm, but one where my neighbours were some of the most skilled and famous athletes in the world. Down the hall from Kyle Lowry and Fred VanVleet, a few floors above the Boston Celtics. Running into LeBron James or Doc Rivers in the elevator. That kind of thing.
We were all living together in the NBA’s now-famous bubble, the ultimately successful experiment in running a pro sports league in a pandemic, and yes, life was weird.